'Who makes the boy a soldier ?' 'He says the Regiment that found him, and especially the Padre-sahib of that regiment.
'There is the Padre!' Kim choked as bare-headed Father Victor sailed down upon them from the veranda.
'Powers O' Darkness below, O'Hara! How many more mixed friends do you keep in Asia ?' he cried, as Kim slid down and stood helplessly before him.
'Good morning, Padre,' the Englishman said cheerily.

'I know you by reputation well enough.

Meant to have come over and called before this.

I'm Creighton.' 'Of the Ethnological Survey ?' said Father Victor.

The Englishman nodded.